The ship, d--n her, sailed away, the men thinking I was drowned, likely, and that they'd make a good thing off my goods, I reckon." "But the girl, Inez, who was with you, didn't she make a row ?" "Quien sabe ?" returned Tucker, with a reckless laugh.

"Well, I hung on like grim death to that boat's keel until one of those Chinese fishermen, in a 'dug-out,' hauled me in opposite Saucelito.

I chartered him and his dug-out to bring me down here." "Why here ?" asked Patterson, with a certain ostentatious caution that ill-concealed his pensive satisfaction.
"You may well ask," returned Tucker, with an equal ostentation of bitterness, as he slightly waved his companion away.

"But I reckoned I could trust a white man that I'd been kind to, and who wouldn't go back on me.

No, no, let me go! Hand me over to the sheriff!" Patterson had suddenly grasped both the hands of the picturesque scamp before him, with an affection that for an instant almost shamed the man who had ruined him.